By David Sydney
Frodo the retriever dashed back and forth in the park as his owner threw the stick. Frodo retrieved the saliva-coated, tooth-indented stick, dropping it at his owner’s feet, panting, only to chase after another weak throw. His owner, Al, never had a good arm, even as a Little Leaguer years before when playing shortstop for a team called The Newtown Bluebirds. The oaks and elms were familiar with the dog. Al again threw the stick end-over-end for a few misdirected yards. Following its erratic course until it struck the ground, Frodo wondered whether being man’s best friend was really worth it.
Love this! Made me Laugh out Loud!
Yes it made me chuckle especially as I thought of the looks our cocker spaniel gives me
Made me laugh and I think it’s a good thing our dogs can’t talk!
Are dogs that fussy? Mine weren’t.
Loved that last line.
Loved this. Two thumbs up.
Haha! I’ve often wondered what my little dog really thinks of the whole stick toss game. Does she love it as much a I think she does, or is she just humouring me? Love this.